Reluctantly Gay by Mandoline Creme
The Collection (forced gay sex, first time gay)

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Synopsis

Contains 3 books:
The Lion Master
Transformed by his Dreams
Gay Sex Slave Training

Forbidden lust, sexual temptation, and taboo desires.
From shape-shifters, to forced sexual slavery, to even an everyday coffee shop run, no man is safe from the erotic mystery of another man's touch.

However, many need to be coaxed, convinced, or even transformed before they're willing to give in to such dark, sweaty ambitions. A cruel smile, a gentle touch, or a biting instruction, the men in these three stories all resist their initial fates, but one by one, each will give in to the sweet release of the forbidden.

This erotic collection is 26,000 words of reluctant first time gay sex, rough BDSM, forced orgasms, intense virgin anal sex, anal bead play and cock ring orgasm denial.

WARNING, FOR ADULTS ONLY

EXCERPT:

Getting up was difficult, my knees kept wobbling. When I stood, Tarlow actually placed his hand on my chest, halting me a moment. "Wait," he breathed, "let me look at you." I was acutely aware of my cock-head poking into view, the precum leaving a wet spot on the cloth below the ridge. He circled me like a wolf, chuckling when he saw me from behind.
His hand clasped my shoulder, making me jump. The other slid down my spine, flicking the ring where it was nestled in the circle of my rear entrance. "I see Hintur sent you here with a gift for me. Bend over the chair, like I said."
I did it begrudgingly, my hands gripping the hard surface as I hung my head. The access I was giving him, it terrified me what he would do with it.
The chief pressed up behind me, his presence encompassing and intense. He was like a storm ready to break on me, and I hoped I could weather it. His hands rubbed down my back, onto my ass cheeks where he squeezed. He was rough, no doubt leaving bruises for the future.
He thumbed the ring sticking out of me, teasing around it, before he gave it a slight tug. My gasp was breathy, I wanted to hold in any sound, but it was clear I couldn't. Not when he was touching me like this.
 

About Mandoline Creme

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Published March 12, 2013
Genres: Erotica, Gay & Lesbian, Literature & Fiction. Fiction

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